Back in May, Deanna and Bill Hedegaard saw the gypsylarry.com logo on our rig in the Medora campground while they had stopped for an overnighter. Emails began to take place and finally on June 6th, they stopped on their way through again to finally meet face to face. Since then we have continued missives thru the net. Three weeks ago they were here again on their travels and we spent a wonderful evening with them just chatting. They live about two hours west in Montana. Deanna had done some writing in the past. Today she sent me this email which just made me feel good. I thought I’d share it with you.
That time has rolled around again. Those two and a half months flew by and now its August 9th. Guy, our western kingbird has apparently left. We last saw him yesterday, the 8th. This will be the 3rd year that he left on the 8th of Aug. We’ve called him so many times today and we searched the sky, the trees and the lines but he didn’t come. I am so sad and so is Bill. We miss him already and he is barely gone. This year we were so tickled that he came back and we felt so blessed to have him here one more time. Four years in a row he has come here and nests in the same tree with his lady and raises their babies. Then he leaves on the 8th of August.
We pray his trip back down to Central America or South Texas will be safe. We wish there was a way to track him but there isn’t. This year the millers or moths weren’t real plentiful and the last week it was slim pickings. Bill would get up every morning and as soon as it was light enough to see he’d be outside hunting millers under the deck roof and in the outside chair cushions where they hide. But the past few days he felt lucky if he’d find four of the dusty little things, Guy would swoop down and take everyone of them from Bill’s fingers and make a noise as if to say thanks. When there were no more millers Bill found a couple of grasshoppers. Guy took one and flew up on the line, bashed it against the line then dropped it as if to say “This is not a miller, I do know the difference” This year he talked to us more than ever. On Friday night as I was going to bed I could hear a kingbird in the back by the bedroom. He was really talking and I looked out and there was Guy sitting close to the window on a tree branch. I could tell it was him as his breast has faded and isn’t near as bright yellow as it use to be. That was the first time we’ve seen him back there. He just talked and chattered. We both felt he was saying goodby. Bill told him he loved him. But he was here on Saturday morning, still talking.
Now, today he is gone. We can’t begin to tell you what a blessing he has been to us. We’ll talk about him and wonder if he made it back down to the southlands. Bill says he changes his name to Guy Lopez when he gets down there. Up here he is Guy Hedegaard and he has a greencard so he can work. It continues to amaze us both that he remembers from year to year his name when he is called and flies right down to take millers out of our fingers. If he comes back by the end of May that will be his 5th year. The books tell us their average life span is only five years but a friend has told us about a bird she rescued and it lived eleven years. But then again her bird never flew hundreds of miles back and forth like Guy does twice a year. We can hope. Hope and pray.
We thank God for this little creature and the blessings he has brought us these past four years. Guy made so many people smile and laugh when they would see swoop out of the sky. They’d listen to him talk and scold and perform and he brought joy to everyone. He is special and we have been privileged and blessed to have him in our lives one more time. Thanks for the post, Deanna.